Alone, however briefly, an unnoticed ticket holder, squashed against
The airplane's wall; no one's calling out my name. Nobody needs
Something to eat, or help, or feels the urge to scream. The bustle
Of the taxiway intrigues but is of no concern. The looming hour
In the air is apt to lack for things to see, as clouds hang thickly
Overhead. I can live with that, I think. I'll close my eyes and try
To sleep. If I succeed, that's fine. If not, at least, I am alone.